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I didn't think they would put anything like that into the mix. It might make you take a detour from the constant demand to fuck.

[ Nami lets his arm go as he catches the door, smirking as she walks by and gives a nod of greeting to the person behind the bar. ]

I'll get a bottle if you get us a booth? [ And while reason strongly suggests she shouldn't add anything else to that, her risque choice of candy finds Nami giving Roche a once over before talking again without thinking. ] Maybe somewhere in the back?

[ Maybe she'll get two bottles. ]

I'll let you know if I find the right one. Who knows? Maybe they've got something that'll make it easier for someone to handle me if I decide to get too rowdy for their liking.

_{[ He looks down at his arm and lets his attention sit where her hand was, just barely resisting the urge to touch it. Even under the layers of clothing he can feel the lingering warmth which ought to raise some concerns, but he's willing to chalk it up to a combination of the booze he'd gotten his hands on and the assortment of candies he'd already eaten earlier.

There were more important things to focus on anyway — namely a suitable spot somewhere in... Aha. Off in the far corner? Maybe that one? Or maybe... No, yeah, the bigger one. Roche leans up on his tiptoes for a second or two, then nudges Nami's shoulder with his arm and tilts his chin towards it. ]}

The dark red one under the painting of... _{[ Actually, what is that? ]} I think it's meant to be a dragon?

[ It might be that the candy has her overestimating her abilities, or it could just be the fact that life on a boat with four stupid men has left her feeling more than capable of contending with rowdiness. Either way, she flashes Roche a coy smile, nodding at the booth he picks for them, though the painting in question does earn a dubious eyebrow raise. ]

Looks like a weird...noodle lizard or something.

[ Shrugging the description off she moves towards the bar. ] Meet you over there.

[ Because maybe she needs a little breather. Maybe something in her system is making her heart beat a little harder than it should after doing nothing more than touching a cute guy's arm, but whatever the reason, she takes the minute or so it takes to walk away from the bar with a pair of bottles to try and get her mind right.

Based on how she slides into that booth and settles comfortably against Roche's side, her efforts are a waste of time. ]

You know... [ She cracks the seal on the bottle in front of her, pouring herself a few fingers of whiskey into one of the tumblers she'd brought with her. ] I think that candy's starting to get to me. [ In her time here, she's come to appreciate it when people are direct about what this place is doing to them, and while the drinks at the mingle were weak, they help embolden her now to do the same and lay at least some of her cards on the table. ]

You wanna see how private this booth is? [ She'll roll her eyes at herself later. ]

_{[ Roche on the other hand wastes no time making himself right at home while he waits. It's not quite like his old favorite bar in Midgar, but it's cozy like it would've been during the day. As he gets comfortable stretching his legs out under the table and his arms over the back of the booth, he pops another couple candies into his mouth and works on identifying what was what. Another strawberry, raspberry, and... it's not cactuar fruit but it's damned close. Just as soft, too.

And as luck would have it, it's one of the fabled candies that — you guessed it — leaves him feeling biddable and oh-so-pliant. By the time Nami returns he can feel the lightness in his fingertips and once she tucks in by his side, Roche lets his arm drop down to hang over her shoulders with a quiet laugh. ]}

In a good way, I hope.

_{[ As if they'd put any Bad Time sweets in that bag. Why would they, when Roche has been eager and willing to play their games? His head tilts a little in curiosity while he picks an invisible piece of lint from Nami's sleeve, flicking it off into the air. ]}

What'd you have in mind?

[ Filling him a glass as well, Nami slides it closer to Roche to take before she turns in her seat to settle against his side, encouraged by the rising urge currently chipping away at her sense of pragmatism and resolve, and the arm he slings over her shoulders.

One corner of her mouth is pinned in a lopsided smirk while she looks him over, her hand settling on his thigh as she cocks her head slightly at the question. ]

I figured I'd finish my drink, straddle you, and we find out how quiet we can be while I'm riding your cock.

[ She gives him a nonchalant shrug and turns her attention to her drink, more preoccupied with the thought of making good on that plan than she is with the glass in front of her, though she occupies herself with knocking back half its contents anyway. ]

_{[ It's nothing short of a miracle that Roche manages to not spit the contents of that glass out as he brings it to his lips. The hand on his thigh? Yeah, he can handle that easily but the forwardness—

At least he's able to catch himself with a half-cough that he quickly disguises with a laugh, brows going up and the corners of his mouth quirking up in a wild grin. ]}

My, you are forward! Jumping right into high gear? I like it.

_{[ Save a chocobo, ride a SOLDIER and all that jazz, right? Right. ]}

What do you get if you win?

[ Were it not for the candy she might have felt things out for longer before making a move, but as it is the sweet makes her feel like the only thing keeping her from climbing into his lap, is the drink in her hand. ]

That's not enough of a prize? [ She asks, smirking as she's left more than encouraged by his response.

Her head tilts to the side slowly, like she's taking stock of the situation between drinks from her glass before leaning in, her eyebrows raising slowly. ]

What else do you wanna give me?

Whatever you'd like me to do.

_{[ In the grand scheme of things it may not seem like much, but Roche has had plenty of run-ins with the "local" population to know that some only care about chasing their own highs. Sometimes it's fine — it makes it that much sweeter when he finally gets dragged over the edge himself, but... He'd be lying if he said it didn't drive him wild.

Idly, he picks at the hem of her shirt collar with a soft hum, and after a few moments of that he lets his fingers trace along her collarbone. ]}

I just figure... Why settle for just one prize when you can have all of them?

[ His answer's enough to send fresh heat spreading through her body, leaving her shifting closer, her leg drapes over his thigh as she slides closer. Nami turns, looking around the bar, sizing up their surroundings, much like she took stock of him when he first crossed her path. ]

How many prizes do you think you can give me before we get kicked out?

[ Nami turns back to Roche, lips still curved in amusement, shifting forward just enough to lean into the fingers he runs across her skin. ]

Or is this one of those - we start here and end up somewhere with enough room for all the prizes you've got for me, kinds of things?

_{[ Yeah, alright, Roche can play this game too. He doesn't say anything right off the bat, opting to swallow back what was left in his glass and keep tracing his fingertips over the patches of skin he can reach without dipping too far under the collar. How many... ]}

That depends on how observant our hosts are and what their tolerance is, doesn't it?

_{[ He reaches for the bottle to pour himself another, but he doesn't pick it up. He lets his hand drop down to her thigh instead and drums a short, off-tune rhythm to go with the barely-audible music drifting throughout the Cardinal, staring from the top of her leg, down to her knee, then to the inside where he lets it sit. What he wouldn't give for another pair of hands— ]}

That aside, it could be if that's what you want, too. You could have me here and should you want to see how far you can redline my engine before I have to tap out where we're not restrained by a table, then I'm more than okay with that. They did offer us plenty of rooms for this little soirée they put together, after all. It'd be a shame to not take advantage of them at some point.

_{[ And make off with some of the goods. There's bound to be some good shit in there free for the taking, right? ]}

[ Ah, the hosts. Part of the draw for Nami was how free from the horny bullshit Red Cardinal is, though she's not exactly the type to dwell on how now, she's the one bringing the bullshit. Instead, her mind works over the matter, her eyes following his as first his hand, and then his gaze drifts towards her thigh, compelling her to shift in her seat a little more, letting her legs part as one presses more firmly against his. ]

This place is known for keeping it cool and casual, so... [ She starts, quietly as the hand resting on Roche's leg moves higher, her fingers trailing up the inside of his thigh as she leans in and meets his eye, her voice a conspiratorial murmur. ]

If you think you can keep quiet while I'm finding out how much your engine can take, [ Nami doesn't come from a world with many motorized things, but she thinks her phrasing's pretty convincing anyway, the way her hand curves over the firming outline of his cock after it's climbed high enough on his thigh to touch him is probably helping. ]

Then I'd love to end the night enjoying you, and all the free stuff this resort's got waiting in those rooms.

[ Leaning in, her eyes don't leave his face until she gets close enough to duck her head and let her lips run down the side of his neck before nipping him gently, the hand massaging his cock through his pants pressing a little more insistently. ]

I have it on good authority that they've...

_{[ He takes a moment to inhale and roll his shoulders, all while letting himself slide forward in the booth to give the illusion of someone taking a well-deserved moment of relaxation. And, well, he is, isn't he? His thighs spread to give her that much more room to work with, and as he tilts his head over a little to bump against Nami's, it's... honestly easy to pass them off as a pair of strangers murmuring sweet nothings to one another.

There was — thankfully, to Roche's knowledge — no rules against that. One couldn't put a damper on affection, after all. ]}

Mn, that they've got a wonderful selection of things to choose from. Ah, hang on—

_{[ For a moment Roche's hand leaves her thigh but it's only long enough to cover hers with his, squeezing once and pulling a low hum from his throat. It's encouragement, and just as quickly as his hand had left it returns to draw small patterns along her skin through the fabric of her pants. Circles, diamonds, loose swirls, all while he walks his fingers up higher and higher until he's forced to loop his arm around her back to touch her opposite hip. ]}

Now... I ought to ask the important questions, shouldn't I? Seeing as we need to err on the side of caution in here, I assume you don't have any qualms about taking things slow until we move on? Think of it like taking a cruise down the shoreline versus racing from one end of the bay to the other.

[ Luxury is always an easy way to catch Nami's attention. After a lifetime of tribulation, the finer things appeal to her for a multitude of reasons, and there's no reason why she can't enjoy the comforts of whatever suite they end up in while they're picking the place clean.

His hand covers hers, and for a moment Nami stills, forehead creasing in brief confusion before the squeeze he gives her makes her chuckle quietly under her breath, leaving her ducking her head down to bump his jaw with the bridge of her nose. She stays still, but the gentle pressure she lends to the palm curved around the outline of his cock doesn't let up, sitting back enough to steal a look up at his face, considering the boundaries of slow, while the candy's effect works in the background, keeping her close against him. ]

We can do slow.

[ One corner of her mouth curls up in a smirk as she shifts forward in her seat enough to refill their glasses, the hand against him leisurely working up the length of him. ]

But, I really like where my hand is, if that's alright. [ She gives the head of his cock a gentle squeeze through her pants, raising her eyebrows at him as she moves. ]

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